"What kind of weapon is this?"
"It absorbs the Conqueror's Haki—more evil than a demon sword!"
"The Young Master never used it?"
Upon learning of the Supreme Sword Shenfeng's domineering nature, the officers of the Don Quixote family were thrown into panic.
"Joker!"
"How could you offer such a tribute?"
"Bringing a weapon more wicked than a demon blade before the True Lord—are you paying tribute or planning treachery?"
With a furious snarl, Jack shoved Trebol and the others aside, then seized Don Quixote Doflamingo by the collar and hoisted him into the air.
"Just because I can't control it doesn't mean Master Ragnar can't."
"Swords have ranks—so do kings."
"I may not be worthy to wield it—but Master Ragnar is!"
Though weak and unable to break free from Jack's grasp, Doflamingo showed no fear—only a hint of amusement.
"Isn't that so?" he said, his gaze fixed on Ragnar.
The implication was clear.
"You're asking for death!" Jack roared.
Just as Jack was about to twist his head off—
"Put him down," Ragnar's calm voice interrupted.
"Fufufufufu..."
"True Lord," Doflamingo said with a smile, "this is my gift. I believe you can control it."
"But if you say I bear ill will, that's unjust. Whether to use it or not—the choice is yours, not mine."
His tone was innocent, but Jack was boiling with rage.
If not for Ragnar's presence, he would have acted already.
"Let me try it first," Yamato suddenly volunteered.
She had seen it with her own eyes—
Doflamingo, bolstered by Shenfeng, had briefly reached a level near the Five Emperors.
The enhancement was immense, even if fleeting.
"No need."
"No matter how unique it is, it's just a sword."
"If I can't control even this, then building Heaven is nothing but a farce."
Ragnar flatly rejected Yamato's proposal.
Both publicly and privately, he could not allow her to take that risk.
"Heaven...?"
Doflamingo's eyes flickered.
He silently carved the word into his memory.
His instincts and cunning told him—
That was Ragnar's true ambition.
"Slaying the dragon"... was only the beginning.
"Alright," Yamato said after a pause, stepping back.
She understood Ragnar deeply.
She also knew what "Heaven" truly meant.
If even a Supreme Blade couldn't be mastered, then Heaven was nothing more than an illusion.
After all, those who would be chosen to enter Heaven were not ordinary people.
"It better go well..."
"Otherwise—I'll destroy it."
"Even if it's one of the Twelve Supreme Grade Blades—it doesn't matter!"
She made up her mind.
If something went wrong, she'd destroy Shenfeng on the spot.
"Master, why not just leave it?"
"This Shenfeng... it's worse than a demon sword!"
"Can't your Devil Fruit make a trident of your own? Just use that!"
Jack's voice was full of reluctance.
To him, Ragnar was already peerless.
Even barehanded, he could rival the Five Emperors.
There was no need to gamble on a dangerous sword.
"Jack. Shut up."
"Master is free to make decisions. Why do you need to teach him how to act?"
King scolded Jack coldly.
Though King lacked the qualifications to become a king, as a Lunarian and a former right-hand man of Kaido, his experience far surpassed Jack's. At this moment, no one could guess what was running through his mind.
He didn't try to stop Ragnar. Instead, his gaze burned with anticipation.
He was clearly looking forward to it—impatient to witness Ragnar grasp the Shenfeng, the three-pointed, two-edged supreme blade.
"I understand, Big Brother..."
After being reprimanded, Jack didn't dare to talk back. He simply shut his mouth.
The room fell into a tense silence.
All eyes were on the man seated on the throne.
And then...
Ragnar, unmoved by their stares, casually reached into the box and grasped the Shenfeng, lifting it high.
The way he held it—so effortlessly, so carelessly—made onlookers feel like this wasn't the fabled supreme blade that devours the spirits of kings…
… but just some common weapon found on the roadside.
"It's happening!"
Doflamingo's lifeless eyes flared with light.
As expected.
The moment Ragnar gripped the Shenfeng, the air shifted—like floodgates had burst open.
Unlike the unstable surge when Doflamingo held the blade…
This was true dominance.
The pressure that erupted now was several times greater—a suffocating wave of Conqueror's Haki that distorted the air itself.
Cracks spread across the ice and ground beneath their feet like a spider's web.
Reality groaned under the weight of Ragnar's spirit.
The air turned heavy. Suffocating.
Above, the sky over Onigashima darkened. Thunderclouds roared.
Lightning cracked. Winds screamed.
The sea rose in fury, slamming against the island's cliffs.
And then—just as they reeled from the weight of his aura—
A golden light burst from Ragnar's body.
Radiant, divine, unstoppable.
It spread out across all of Onigashima like a second sun, engulfing everything.
BOOM!
The entire island shook violently beneath their feet.
As if it, too, was overwhelmed by Ragnar's spirit.
A tremble. A cry. The whole island was kneeling.
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